I met a soldier back in Iraq

That let me hold his gun

He had named Darlene

I was barely fifteen

But he trusted me then

In a war zone when

A mistake could mean a life

I think God made poetry by keeping us alive

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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